Burned by the sun...

Call me crazy. Many have.

It's been suggested that i'm lazy, complaining and a downright drag.

I sit and I write, concocting a fight -

in my head, that I dread –

will never see the light -

of day.

There's apathy here -

festering in the open air -

of reality – no shade -

getting burned by the sun -

all we think to do is run -

so the bad news won't hit us -

the evil escape us -

and we emerge unscathed

on the other side of rage.

But you can't skip that step

where you won't give but you get -

the perfect world, that polished pearl -

the future you planned in your dreams

it ripped at the seams

and you won't pick up the needle to sew

to move forward and grow

or tear it down to start again -

just act!

Instead you sit in your left, you stall in your right -

you flip flop and see saw, abide by the fucked laws -

and whine when you can't have your way -

but who has your say?

The ones in the boardrooms -

the slick and sly tycoons -

may sound cliché but check.

No really, I want you to

go google and yahoo -

I want to be wrong – prove me wrong.

This world's going down

to the sound

of our silence

infighting, violence -

the wallets on wall street just laugh.

A brilliant dark craft -

the buck just gets passed -

to figureheads bought and sold -

and a drying hard mold -

burned by the sun -

harder to crack

the more we relax

so sit back and wait

the end quickens its pace

rushing towards our shrugging fat race

sitting under the weight

of dictatorial fate -

learning to breathe through gasps

ignoring imploring relapse

re-re-repeat

our noted division

a vicious addiction

to being told

who we are

what we know.

far be it from me

to change what you see

all I can do is suggest -

but if taken in jest

as most all will do

it's nothing to you

nor to me

so I might as well keep

these thoughts to myself

if all that they'll reap

is a place on the shelf

by morals and ethics and

ideas by dead presidents -

i'm not here just to be read.

I'm here to set fire

to make us move higher

above what we think we can do -

for why would they spend

the time and the money

to paint things so sunny

if they didn't fear the storm?